Romeo and Juliet
Montāžas Teksta
- Oh! How I long for my Romeo. I cannot wait for the night when I can see my dear husband Romeo and he can be in my arms!
- Oh, nurse! Have'st though heard from dear Romeo?
- Oh, Juliet. He is dead! Dead I say. He has been killed.
- Nurse! How horrible. Who could commit such a horrible offense?
- Oh Romeo, Romeo, Romeo!
- Is my Romeo gone? Was he slain? If my love is passed on, then say the sound "Ay." If he is still alive "No." If thou shall say "Ay" I shall leave the earth with my love. If though begin to mutter "I", I will be devastated.
- Was it not Romeo slain? Was it Tybalt? 'Twas my dear 'coz or my dear husband killed?
- 'Twas Tybalt slain, and Romeo banishéd. 'Twas that awful Romeo who took the life of dear Tybalt. Shame be to Romeo for killing our Tybalt!
- I saw the body-- a sword through the heart. A horrible sight. Oh, poor, poor Tybalt. A great man and dear friend was he.
- Dare you speak that way of my husband! Romeo is not a shameful lad. Rather, his brow wears the shame.
- That lad just so be'ith by husband. And, if Romeo had'st not slain Tybalt, Tybalt would'st have slain Romeo.
- How can thou speak so highly of a lad who hath slain dear Tybalt?
- Oh, nurse. How I wish to see my love, Romeo. Here my wedding bed without my wed.
- Oh, please find him!
- I am upset by the passing of thy Tybalt, but thy banishment of dear Romeo upsets me more. My husband is banishéd! O, where are my mother and father?
- I will fetch thy Romeo from Friar Lawrence's cell. He will be here tonight.
- Mourning Tybalt.
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